The Falcon's Creed
By: Michael Fitzgerald
Originally Written January 18, 2004

Sitting proud atop his spire, believing he can never fly any higher, a flap, a dive, the rapid speed, causing the laws not to heed.

Like a lightning bolt striking, the flap, the dive, always liking, his head in a constant spike, and the world his broken bike.

Zooming in the ground appeared, while the falcon never feared, to ever die in the burning sky, he gleaned through his eye.

And drove up at the last stage, wings spanning out of their rage, and bringing this wise bird, closer to the tiny herd.

Staring with glee, again he; flapped his wings, and made them sing.

The mouse sat near the house, and felt entirely like a mouse, his fear quite evident , no way to repent.

The sky was the limit, and the power was infinite, but sadly the hunger, made no bird younger.

Ending his dive, he ran into the drive, snapped open his beak, the mouse's life seemed bleak.

Running in fear, almost there, the mouse snatched up, and rips open with an abrupt; snap of the beak, that powerful beak, tore open the meat, and basked in the heat.

Finally the end arrived, the mouse never thrived, and the falcon ended his hunt, and cried quite blunt.

Proudly to the air, no one would have his share, his share, and gulped down each bloody bit, making sure not to fit.

The stench overwhelmed everyone, but they could only watch the bird's fun, the bird thought in his mind, what a lovely, tasty kind.

Finally finished with his prey, and feeling full for the day, the wings opened back up, and threw the falcon straight up.

With an abrupt "Skree" to all, he flew up in a backwards fall, one feather fluttering in the wind, he finally would rescind.

Removing his mind back to the spire, knowing he will never fly any higher, a flap, a dive, the increasing speed, now let's see if the laws heed, to the falcon's creed.